Counting Down the Days » Phan AU

Four

I yawned and pushed the bedsheets off myself. Sitting up, I skimmed the area around me. There was my notepad sitting on the desk with my pen tucked in between two pages. On the floor, the shirt I had pulled off the night before as I nestled into the lonely bed, as well as the scrap of paper with PJ's number.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed the paper. I entered the number into my phone as a new contact and started texting him.

Dan: Hey Pj, it's Dan :) Let me know what's going on or whatever

He responded almost instantly.

PJ: Hey there Dan! How's lunch today sound?

Dan: sounds good mate. time+place?

PJ: 12:30 at that diner on main st work?

Dan: perfect, see you soon.

I set my phone down and checked the clock near my bedside table. In blocky letters it read, 11:56. I pulled on another black t-shirt and exchanged my dark skinny jeans for another pair that looked identical. I shot myself a corny thumbs up in the mirror and walked out of my room.

The first thing I saw were the dozens of grocery bags that still needed to be put away. I groaned slightly, knowing that my chronic procrastination would make sure these bags would continue to sit where they were for a shameful amount of time.

At 12:20, I stuffed my phone and my notepad in my back pocket and headed outside.

The walk to the sandwich shop was a short one. I arrived and sat down at a booth next to the window. I tapped my fingers against the table, feeling awkward to be sitting alone with nothing to do as I waited for PJ to show up. Finally, I brought out my notepad and pen and opened to a fresh page.

Dan's entry- 4 of July

I'm out and about in the world and to be quite honest I don't like it all that much.

Yesterday, I met a guy and we arranged to eat lunch today, so now I'm waiting for him and I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable. I've never

I stopped writing when a knock on the glass next to me got my attention. PJ waved at me from the outside and I smiled back, motioning him inside.

He joined me at the booth and smiled.

"Hey Dan. Sorry I'm late, lost track of time," he apologized.

"No worries," I said with a smile.

PJ peered at the notepad on the table in front of me. "I seem to have interrupted some day time writing."

I laughed. "No, no it's fine. So, what have you been up to?"

"Just this morning I finished filming a YouTube video, actually," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "You make YouTube videos?"

"Yeah, yeah. I've got around 700,000 subscribers, so that's cool I guess."

I choked. "700,000 subscribers!? That's amazing!"

He smiled. "Yeah, my channel name's KickthePJ. My friend Chris has a channel too, and he's got around 700,000 subscribers as well."

"That's insane! How long ago did you two start?" I asked, extremely amazed.

"We started together, in
2008."

"Interesting. How did you become invested in the idea of creating the channel?" I asked, genuinely intrigued by his career.

"Boredom and loneliness. And after making a few videos and having fun with it, I started feeling a lot better soon. It was miraculous."